Burning are the skies, blinding is sun, the Evil work is being done The sea turned red, the land is warm - see the omens of the final storm Biting wind
you Close up to Me and watch My soulless eyes Burning red as blood on ice Let's burn the heavens, let's cross the Styx Disciples of the Apocalypse The
Übersetzung: Hass. Apokalypse.
Übersetzung: Hass. Werewolf The Apocalypse.
Übersetzung: Project Hate MCMXCIX. Disciples Of The Apocalypse.
ll crust their fabled Christ Decimated by a whirlwind of insufferable attacks Impenetratable black phalanx of our unblessed spear and shield We march upon the enemy with hate, with hate
the hurricanes blew from the sea The buildings crumbled and the fires spread while the wild tornadoes uprooted the trees SO MUCH HATE!... SO LITTLE LOVE!... is it the apocalypse
F-16s from the sky Admit you crave the gift he brings you Fall worship tyrant king, you Gor-Gor! Sow pestilent hate It shall obliterate The shadows
will get broken Layin' it,sayin' it,then you're playing it Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it Hated by many but I hate'em back Loved by troopers
blind faith The angel of death read between the lines out the heaven Expectable youth divine intervention teachin' y'all a lesson of violence Doctor Death injectin a virus apocalypse
is at hand Apocalypse brought by will Scattered winds blow at you all Bewinged by darkness from the cold Come the order of chaos Spread by winter, hate
As history turns the new page 666 - the year of hate The year scum will be blown away [CHORUS 3:] Ghettoblaster, apocalypse, kill!
my Head I am decaying Satan's Wrath The to walk planet earth alone Spreading disease, death and war Schizobound of total hell Spitting forth hate of
Looks you in the eyes We all fall down Skies are falling tonight As you run and hide Ashes to ashes Dust to dust The wrath of your hate has returned
: [Soulfly Cover] Lightning and thunder Fear and wonder Murder and murder Chaos, disorder Hate and pain Will rise again Nothing remains Bring it on
a twister, the riddler, picture my moment Filling scriptures with my niggaz I pour the liquor on my own, trick! Bullshit, until the apocalypse hit Laughin
Word becomes flesh I bring nations to its knees So feel the blast as this broad casts Out any doubt that real rhymes last Its the voice of the apocalypse
my hour of need you turned me your back and was gone But that gave birth to a child of the world Who I could love 'til the end Hate you are my new bride
